Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1887-11-27

night, when they crawl about IN search OF
food-frogs, slugs end ield-mlce, when
they can get nothing better.
Keep Bingo to heel," said Reggie. 81
hope ne WON'T come 10 grief; the hsres,
snd the rabbits, too, are so thick here
abouts"
"The little shower that fell this morn
ing has brought the rabbits from their
burrows" replied Dick, who knew al
about their nature.
"Why the shower?" asked his sailor
brother.
"lt renders the heritage moist and ten
der, and then they doat on blades end
stalks of grass. Houp La" cried Dick,
"thas wretched dog has pinned one, and
now he is after another"
SPY Jove, If any of the keepers are
about !" began Reggie, with some
alarm.
! a rabbit lay quivering, but dead, among
the fallen leaves close by, and meantime
nothing was seen of bob-tailed BiDgO but
his rear quarters and short hind-legs, his
front me bers being buried in sandy
hole, where ne was busily engaged tear
ing out the soil in search OF a lively
rabbit, which, by cunniDgly slipping
backward and forward, had contrived for
brief space to clude his sharp teeth
and gain little respite from destruction.
Dick shrilly blew the golden whistle,
his recent gift from Lonsdale. Half
buried in the sand, Bingo heard it not,
but another did.
esquire Pagwash, by Jingo!" ex-
cl&imed Dick, with little aspeci Of
alarm, as there suddenly stood before
them swelling with wrath and vu]gsr i'm
portance, the wealthy city man, who had
ecently purchased lands adjoining those
of Rsvensbourne Hall, and had lost no
time in rendering himself obnoxious TO
peaceful Sir Brisco and everyone else.
Squire Pugwash was great preserver
OF game; not that he was ga shot" him
SELF, but some of the admirers Of his
daughter Aurora-or Miss UsroarGr, as
he called her-Were, or thought they
were; but all kinds OF game were scarce
on his estate, as his keeper, all unknown
to him, was sleeping partner IN al active
firm OF poschers, who catered fer the
Lesdenball market.
Feared and hated by the peSsantry and
the poor, distrusted, yet scrupulously
obeyed by his tenants and servants, the
'Squires aspect, like his wrath, was
alarming.
Squat in figure, over-fed and pauEchy,
with slOping shoulders, recediDg chin,
and nose Of no particular kind, he had
those google and protruding gray eyes
said to belong to the cockney Of three de-
scents, though recent savant, Mr. James
Couthie, F. r, G S, in mis- lecture on
London degeneration, is Inclined to deny |
his existence.
He wore pot hat, short black sur
tout, with large, loose, check trousers |
and drao.colored CATERS. and a huge |
stick-up collar, like that worn by q ceie-
brated statesman, and resplendent scar
let satin tie, with brilliant pin.
Now, the retired soapboiler had that
morning, for the first time, seen himself
recorded in that Respondent tome, "The
County Families Of the United Kingdom"
ss: "Pugwash, Piantegenet, Esq,
Of Stokencross Priory, son of the
ste Pugwash, Esq. of Battersea, by
MS wife, Angelina Wobbel; P, D L
snd magistrate for the county" and
,welling with the memory of ell this, he
came upon "those fellows poaching on
lis lsuds'-his lsnds-he, man of fabu
Gus wealth, and ditto pedigree, as many
said.
clock 'ere, you fellows" he thunder
ID, il his most bullying tone, "do you
Know whose property you're a-poaching
md s-trespassing on?"
"P oachipg, sir?" exclaimed Reginald
TALBOT, as his hollow cheek crimsoned
With anger, and he made an involuntary
tart in his wheel-chair.
eyes; especially this young william, :
whom I knows OF, and his cur. I'll have ..
t shot snd send you both to jail. II not
or game, what was he and that 'ere dog ;
seeking under my edges? And as for ,,
hat wheel-chair of yours, believe it is
II sham and only vehicle for carrying
Fl game. Look st these rabbits"
"Rabbits are vermin; don't heed him,
Reggie" said Dick scornfully. But his
rother writhed under the parvenu's in :
urious remarks, which CALLED him more :
han those of his uncle had done.
"Who is this insoient tellow3" he asked ,
)ick.
"Fellow! I'd hsve you know, sir"
egan the squire in laundering tone.
"Who the devil is her" asked Reggie,
With something Of his quarterback
one.
"Old Pugwash, the sospboiler," replied s
Dick, with grin; ''isn't the old hunks il
wax?"
dis not this part Of Rivensbourne Park, Z
i1?" asked Reggie controlling his wrath S
'It is nO1-but my Isnd-mine, sir!" i
ave did not know, and thought the c
attn public one :
SIT is private, IS you will learn to your {
ost if catch you here again t
"Here is my card" said Reggie, as his c
hin hands trembted with uncoDtr0Ila1le +
conviction Of his own utter i
elplessness. g
The esquire" glanced supercilioualy ct b
ne bit Of pas eboard and thrust it into his
'aistcoat pocket. h
Crosse Cottage" he muttered; 'Lieu- |
9nant r n we'll, lieutenant or not, you .
rent no gentleman, and I shall appeal 8
} the law after ALL" he added, bullying il
lore than ever. =
He continued TO buster and storm =
18th growing fury and vulgerity, using Il
lany il furious taunts and eplthets. Q
But Dick sharply wheeled away the 3
hair of his brother, and both went { # 5
it'll sn sir OF contempt and defiance; but, Z
for the former, he Ia rot u
card the last of Piantsgenet Pugwash, :
SO justice Of the peace and deputy Il
eutenant Of the county.
aAPTER XLI-RUN AWAY FROM HOME ;,
When, about two hou,s after, Dick re- o
lrned home, he saw, with some alarm, q B
Ouple of dead rabbits-the same Identi- q
Il animals slain by Bingo-lying omi-
ously on the table in the hall, and found h
lat his uncle had been the recipient of s